You're so in love with yourself,
You keep putting doubt in
My mind,
shall I continue stabbing
myself?,
Maybe I'm outta my mind;
I thought it'll be as soft
as snowflakes,
Disappointed, it's no way
better,
I thought it'll be sweeter
than pancakes,
But here I am, my tongue's
Sour and bitter;
Empty promises are dry roses,
No beauty,
Cunning like tortoise,
I wonder if you ever feel guilty,
I love the forest,
but one thing baffles me,
Those attractive roses, now
Scorched and pressed,
It irritates me
Withered Roses
Emmanuel Shadrach
(C) All Rights Reserved. Poem Submitted on 08/17/2020
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Poem topics: I love you, beauty, feel, tongue, continue, doubt, bitter, soft, guilty, tortoise, mind, thought, love, I miss you, Print This Poem , Rhyme Scheme
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